At this point, the adrenaline was really flowing. The possibility screamed at me: What if she came back again? What should I do? My cock was throbbing...at full extension.I didn't have time to decide. In under two minutes she knocked again. I invited her in. She still had her coffee pot. The excuse was way past ridiculous. She was undoubtedly fascinated. Did she want me to fuck her? I guessed she probably didn't know, just kept coming back because she felt drawn. I couldn't imagine that she was. ”I swallowed my cringe at the honorific. I hated that title, but it was sometimes useful. “You disobeyed a direct order, guardswoman.” She opened her mouth to object, but I held up one finger sternly, and she closed it again. “You followed me despite me ordering you to stay in the hallway. Do you deny it?” She shook her head sulkily. “In doing so, you put yourself – and me – in danger. A dangerous magical artifact nearly killed you – and could have harmed me and everyone else in the Keep,. I could tell she was starting to come. Then with a high pitched shriek she grabbed the back of my head and pulled my face really tight into her mound and held it there almost suffocating me while simultaneously shaking from her orgasmic frenzy. Abruptly she pulled away from me and leaned against the wall opposite from where I sat on the bed. My face was covered with her juices. Her chest heaved in futile attempt to catch her breath and she stared at me as in apparent shocked disbelief. She had. "Oooh. Is this your car? It's beautiful, but I don't know anything about fixing cars." She replied. She began to tentatively follow Andy to his car."Yes, it's mine, but it's not nearly as beautiful as you are."The teen smiled at Andy."You don't need to know anything about cars to fix this one. The problem is not mechanical." He continued."What's wrong then." She asked. She stared at the classic bright red sports car."My name is Andrew. My friends call me Andy. What's your name sweetie?" He.